Luyện nghe bài hát The Lost Children

Down the their voices ring, their feet are on the run
Phantoms on the sky, together they do come
Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're in the wind
Their laughter the countryside but they'll not laugh again

All the games are ended now, their voices have been
fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed
Their mothers made the uniforms, showing which they were on
And the young boys the middle men for the guns to prey upon

You've seen the fires in the night, watched the Devil as he
heard a mother's mournful cry as she searches for her child
You've seen the of refugees, the faces of despair
And wondered at the wise men who never to care

Goodbye, you lost children, God speed you on way
Your little beds are empty now, your are put away
mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor
Your father builds more weapons and marches out more